Qi Yu was dazed. He had no idea how his actions turned into framing Cheng Li.
"Miss Yun." Cheng Li speed-walked to the front of Yun Luofeng, bowing like a Pekingese dog. "How did I do?"
Yun Luofeng's lips slightly turned up. "He spoke correctly. In the beginning, didn't you want to team up with the Prince of the Ziyue Kingdom to fight us?"
Cold sweat rose on Cheng Li's forehead, and he wiped it away. Who knew the more he wiped, the more sweat surfaced. His face was pale as he awkwardly chuckled. "That was because I was bewitched by the Ziyue Kingdom back then. Miss Yun, please forgive humble me's mistake and spare me."
Yun Luofeng peered up at him. "Remember. The leader of the four kingdoms isn't me, it's Qi Ling. If you have anything to say, find him."
